четвъртък, 22 март 2018 г.

Can you even see what you're fighting for?
Blood lust and a holy war
Listen up, hear the patriot shout:
"Times are changing"
In the end the choice was clear
Take a shot in the face of fear
Fist up in the firing line
Times are changing

Oh oh, oh oh
Do you believe that you can walk on water?
Oh oh, oh oh
Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight?
(Do you believe?)

Look at the sky, see a dying star
White lies, it's a man on fire
Making love with the devil hurts
Times are changing
A thin line, the whole truth
The far right, the left view
Breaking all those promises made
Times are changing




неделя, 18 март 2018 г.

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife babyEdgy and dull and cut a six-inch valleyThrough the middle of my skull

петък, 16 март 2018 г.


15, I had known to be
So confused, broken easily
Now I could not be half the man without you next to me

18, you made me see
You lit the lights I’ve been dampening
Now I could not be half the man without you next to me

My passion was abused,
My words were never used
But now I hope that you can see

That it’s all for you, it’s all for you
For what you have shown me and what you do
It’s all for you, it’s all for you
For what you have made me, look how I grew
Here’s my tribute

23, now I’m taken in
This vicious whirl I was captured in
Now I could not be half the man without you next to me

This life I’ve been wanting
Life I’ve been needing
It’s my life, it’s my tribute

#mababy

сряда, 7 март 2018 г.

Sunshine beating on the good times
Moonlight raising from the grave
String band playing worn out honkey-tonks
Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain

High heel lady spitting at the nickajack
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon

Hey darlin'!
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darlin'!
Running through the trees honey
Hey darlin'!
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me

Three dead in a crash on the number 4
Two witnesses below and up high
Not sure whose will be done
You can call me a sinner for wondering why

Corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
Could it be it's the same as the last?
I swear I've seen ya face elsewhere before
Just as familiar as a bottle and a glass